Dieter had to think for a moment, how that rhyme went. It had been years and years since he'd heard it. "Three blind mice, three blind mice," he sang quietly. "See how they run, see how they run."
He swallowed hard. The next lyrics felt very eerie, now that he was relating to the mice. "They all ran after the farmer's wife, she cut off their tails with a carving knife..."
He shuddered. "And I think then it goes with the 'three blind mice' a few more times."